Abby-McDonald Guest Anticipating Grief…

My husband walked the floor with the little cherub.

She was perfect.

All of our last foster placements were boys.

It was a joy to have this doll baby in our home. And we came to serve, not be served.

But the truth is, I had wanted a little girl for a long time.

Not my will be done, but thine.

Still, as my husband walked the floor with the pink bundle, he sang George Straight lullabies. She cooed and a tiny hand reached up and touch his beard.  I saw her smile at him….continue reading here…

May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained, Love Jami